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A wife finds a note from her husband

News VA · September 25, 2024 · 0 Comment

A wife finds a note from her husband on the fridge one morning:
Husband’s Note

“My dear wife,

You will surely understand that I have certain needs that you, being 57 years old, can no longer satisfy. I am very happy with you and value you as a good wife. Therefore, after reading this letter, I hope you will not wrongfully interpret the fact that I will be spending the evening with my 19-year-old secretary at the Comfort Inn Hotel.

Please don’t be upset – I shall be home before midnight.”
When the man came home late that night, he found the following note on the dining table:

Wife’s Note

“My dear husband,

I received your letter and thank you for your honesty about me being 57 years old. I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that you are also 57 years old.

As you know, I am a maths teacher at our local college. I would like to inform you that while you read this, I will be at the Hotel Fiesta with Michael, one of my students, who is also the assistant tennis coach. He is young, virile, and, like your secretary, is 19 years old.

As a successful businessman with excellent knowledge of maths, you will understand that we are in the same situation, although with one small difference – 19 goes into 57 more times than 57 goes into 19. Therefore, I will not be home until sometime tomorrow.”

News

My stepmother pu:shed me into marrying a wealthy but dis:abled man. On our wedding night, when I helped him toward the bed and we fell together, I uncovered a truth that left me shaken to the core. My name is Clara Parker. I was twenty-four years old, raised under the strict authority of my stepmother, a woman who believed emotions were weaknesses and survival was everything. She repeated the same lesson throughout my childhood: “Never tie your life to a poor man. Love doesn’t put food on the table—security does.” For years, I thought she was simply practical. That illusion shattered the day she announced I would marry a dis:abled man. His name was Ethan Moore, the sole heir of one of the most powerful families connected to Ashford Estate. Five years earlier, a devastating accident had left him “paralyzed.” Since then, he had withdrawn completely from society, living behind closed gates and unanswered rumors. People whispered that he was cold, volatile, and deeply distrustful—especially of women. None of that mattered to my stepmother. What mattered were my late father’s debts. “If you marry Ethan, the house stays with us,” she said flatly. “Do it for your mother.” I agreed—not because I wanted to, but because I felt trapped. Shame settled in my chest like a stone. The wedding was extravagant, held in a grand estate filled with chandeliers and silk-draped halls. My red-and-gold gown shimmered under the lights, but inside, I felt hollow. Ethan sat in his wheelchair, expression unreadable. He never smiled. Never welcomed me. He simply watched. That night, I entered our bedroom with trembling hands. Candlelight framed his sharp features as he remained seated in his chair. “Let me help you onto the bed,” I said softly. “No,” he replied calmly. “I can manage.” But when he tried, the chair tilted danger0usly. “Wait—!” I rushed forward. We fell together, the sound echoing through the room. I landed on top of him, my face burning with embarrassment. And in that moment, I realized something impossible. …To be continued in the first comments👇👇

VA · January 31, 2026 · 0 Comment

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